Crawfish Shins and WWI

I associate Kevin Bacon with Adam Smith. There is no reason for this. One is a top rate actor, as anyone who has seen Tremors will agree, and the other is a drop-dead-sexy economist that was born, alas, far too early. Unfortunately, this association is seriously screwing with my ability to take the subjects of history and economics seriously because someone will say that Adam Smith advocated a free market capitalism system, and I’ll be hearing Footloose in my head, which in turn leads to me thinking about God, The Devil, and Bob, and then I’m like, oh, French Stewart, and I get dragged back to earth and I’m like, dude, who cares about Europe in the late 19th century, we could be talking about 3rd Rock from the Sun!

Karl Marx had some mad crazy eyebrows going on there.

So for the first time this quarter I’m going to take my history notes on my computer, instead of using the more traditional, tried and true, pen on paper method. There are some downsides to each note-taking technique. If I write them by hand, I waste paper, ink, and I doodle all over everything. If I type them, I am unable to draw helpful diagrams, and I run the risk of, oh, say writing something frivolous instead of actually taking notes on the World Wars. I think that once I actually start bringing my tablet to take notes with, things will get better. I have no logical reason to think this, but I’m pretty sure it’s true anyway.

Sexist music makes me feel good inside. I know that it shouldn’t, but it does. I be that I could examine the reasons for this and find deep and convoluted self-loathing or some such, but that might ruin the fun.

Yesterday while I walked from my chemistry lab to my car, I saw six black widow spiders. Honestly, they’re getting ridiculous. Where are the lizards when you need them?

I got kicked in the shins, and it hurts. I doubt it was intentional.

I had a fascinating dream last night. There was a white swimming pool, which had a couple of crawfish in it. Once I got in, though, I realized that there were hundreds of them, but most of them were clear-white instead of reddish orange. In the dream I thought to myself that while the clear-white must help them in their quest for camouflage, but they must have crazy high rates of mutation from damage done to their DNA from the sun. There was a man there who was catching some of the clear crawfish, and another man came over and told him that his grandmother had kept beads in their pool for years, and now they had crawfish that were blue and pink in order to match their surroundings, so the first man went to collect a few of those too.

I wonder now how hard it would be to breed crawfish in designer colors. It would be an interesting project.

I was thinking some more about the lesbian comment I made yesterday, which is unusual. Not for me to make a lesbian comment, but for me to be thinking about something I already said. I realized that I wanted to clarify it (more to myself, than to anyone else). It isn’t that I think that all Christians are against gay people, or indeed that there are no gay Christians, because, duh, that’s not true. What I meant was that I think it’s ridiculous for people to use religion as an argument against gay marriage, and really, it’s the only argument that’s being made. That the government is, in many places, taking the religious arguments against anything seriously into consideration makes me very upset because we are supposed to uphold a separation of church and state in our country, but we don’t. That was my point, but I think I may have made it in a less than effective way yesterday in my lame attempt at comedy.